“I Dither No More” by Jacquelyn Gail

Out with the old,

In with the what?

A redo, a make over, a clean slate.

Wipe it

Trash it

Delete 2010 to our memory banks

For those of us who can still remember.

Remember,

Remember when my world was crashing in,

smaller,  tangled, and so far away.

Where I was blotted out of my own picture frame.

A gaping whole remained where I use to reside.

A ghost in my own play,

where friends swirled around me

and family walked by me,

and the pain and the  confusion

was sinking me amidst

glistened uncertaintude and

pitiful doubt.

Good bye 2010,

You didilled while I dithered.

Now I have a second shot,

A miracle gift

A rainbow slide

Lift the veil

Ride the light

to wonder.

Savor moments of 2010

hug a bugs from grown children

ecstasies  in the night

wise words sailing through me

shared in a never-land of friendship.

Each day I shall romp

in the riches of my days,

by the hearth with a good book,

in the rain hearing the rhythm of  each drop

soaking in the sun and feeling its strength.

Arm in arm with Ralph,

giggling with Ilana

laughing with Shaun

listening with friends to the

wind against our cheeks

and the wisdom resonating in our marrow.

I shall set out like

Marco Polo to find

the art of my life.

Welcome 2011.

So begins a new page.

Jacquelyn Gail

Foto by L.K. Thayer

© 2011

“Such A Light” by L. K. Thayer

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I wake unto thee, my prism of color,
my rainbow of ecstasy, shimmers through
shattered glass. He thrusts forth and
commences to cut down my weeping willow,
whittle it into a piccolo and play me like a
song to be sung with a thousand refrains

So play me, I beg you sir, with the trumpets sounding
each time you cross the gates over my trampled soul
and carry me in your stronghold. He, whom I’ve
never laid eyes upon but can see through the mist
a mirage of springtime everlasting.

I long for the dawn of day or the depth of
glorious night, to sit across thy table sharing
a glance, lie next to thee on sheets of heaven
folding us into the palm of it’s caress.

How angelic to be blinded by such a light.

L. K. Thayer

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